It’s the day before Christmas, and all through the house
Was chaos and bedlam, tears and shouts.
The stockings were hung, I’m not sure with care,
Now all were over-excited – it just wasn’t fair.
There were zillions and zillions of things to be done,
Rooms to clean, food to make – it sure wasn’t fun!
So, how to get to the finish without murdering the kids,
While staying sane and not flipping your lid?
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Involve your children in as many of the tasks as possible:
- Let them write the name tags. If they don’t know how to spell a name, sound it out (Shane – /sh/ as in ship, /ay/ as in cake, /n/).
- Get them to write the list of everything that needs to be done and then to cross out each item as it is finished.
- Let them help you with the cooking – grate, chop, stir, roll (eat).
- Have them complete SMALL cleaning jobs – dust, wash the toilet bowl, pick up, put away, fold.
- Involve them in setting the table, putting out the decorations.
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Organise your children to create some Christmas games to play the next day:
- Pass the parcel, but wrap each layer in plastic wrap. For added fun, instead of music, each person can throw a die. Your children can make up the instructions as to what will happen when each number is thrown. For example, 2=unwrap the parcel behind your back, 6=keep unwrapping layers until someone else throws a 6.
- Write cards for the ‘I Have Never’ game:
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Send them outside to play (obviously this is not going to work if you’re in a cold climate or an apartment):
- Give them a rug and let them assemble a range of food to have a picnic in the backyard.
- Let them take some items such as buckets, balls, broom, ladder to make their own obstacle course.
- Send them on a scavenger hunt – finding one object for each letter of the alphabet should keep them busy for a while!
- Give them a paint brush and a bucket of water to ‘paint’ the dividing fence.
- Given them some old Christmas decorations (or let them make some decorations) to decorate the garden.
I had just settled down, my eyes beginning to close.
I was exhausted, as all parents know.
When from out in the lounge room arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
There, under the Christmas tree, presents unwrapped,
Children were laughing, eyes sparkling as they clapped.
I sighed, shook my and turned around,
Then dropped back into bed without a sound.